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My boring story...
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I'd like to thank Bro Shrouded for helping me to write this even though he didn't need to. Hope you all enjoy it, although I'm sure I'll be on the receiving end of some nasty comments, and perhaps even indecent proposals. ************* My name is June. I'm now in my late 30s. This is the story of my early years, my relationships, marriage, how I became a social escort and what's currently going on with my life. I grew up as the only daughter in a very traditional Chinese family, women were expected to be docile and obedient to the men. I had two brothers, one older by two years, and one younger by two years. My dad was the sole breadwinner, and he was a very dominant person, always expecting to be waited on hand and foot by my mother, a homemaker. He had a bad temper too, and would often strike out at my mother and brothers if something displeased him. I was lucky though, as my elder brother would usually bear the brunt of the beatings for me and my younger brother. I was from an all girls' primary and secondary school, so my interaction with guys was limited, with the only guys I was close to being my brothers. Things changed when I went to Junior College. Suddenly there were so many guys around and I didn't really know how to act or react. Coming from an all girls' school we were used to being ourselves around each other, talking loudly, cursing, sitting inappropriately, acting "chor-lor" and stuff like that. And now, we had to act like prim and proper ladies. It was all a show. I especially had to watch my mannerisms and language, and probably use less Hokkien vulgarities in daily conversations. My best friend since Primary 1 was April. It was funny as we were both named after months in the year. But anyway we ended up in the same class again in Junior College. More about me, I'm around 1.65m tall, 50kg, measurements around 34C 27 36. I always felt my hips and thighs could be slimmer, and I jogged a lot to try to slim down those areas but it didn't work. My hair was shoulder length, which I normally kept in a ponytail as most girls do. I wasn't hot, or pretty, or beautiful but more of a plain June. I was also pretty quiet and kept to myself most of the time, unless I was with April. April on the other hand, was more outgoing and friendly. She was around my height and weight, and she liked to leave the top two buttons of her blouse unbuttoned, and her skirt was definitely more than 1.5cm above the knee. I never really understood why she needed to leave the top two buttons unbuttoned as she barely had a chest to speak of, a B cup, but one thing about her was she really liked wearing push-up bras to create a slight cleavage. Her legs though, were long and shapely, and I was rather envious of them. She didn't exercise much yet could maintain such a slim bottom. In any case, after the first 3 months, we did well enough to stay in the same class in JC. And that's where my introductory lessons to the opposite sex started. We finally got to wear our new school uniforms. As always, April's blouse was tight, and skirt too short. But no one really bothered about her anyway. In fact, she seemed to be attracting guys like bees to honey. And I was getting the leftovers. One thing I noticed though, was that most of the girls in our class didn't really have big boobs. My C cup seemed to be the biggest, and this was evident during most PE lessons. I felt a little shy actually, and wore the loose t-shirts in an attempt to not show off anything I didn't intend to. April on the other hand, probably regretted a tighter t-shirt, as it made her small chest more obvious. But I guess it was her bubbly character and personality that attracted the guys to her as well, along with her nice, long, slim, legs. One day at break, I was alone, busy eating my chicken cutlet rice when April suddenly came over. A: Eh babe! Me: Yes? A: You know that new guy? John? Me: No? A: Our classmate. New one. After 3 months… Me: No? A: Do you even look at guys? Me: No? A: Are you lesbian? Me: Maybe? A: Shit! You like me ah? I stroked her hand and smiled at her. Me: Maybe… She pulled her hand away. A: KNN! Don't play hor! Me: Hahahahaha… A: Eh serious. I saw John changing the other day after PE. Me: Huh? Where? Why? A: I walk pass the male toilet, then the door opened. Me: And then? A: Wah lau. He was changing la. His body ah. Wow. It felt like those cartoons where you could see the heart-shapes pop up in the eyes, then the tongue rolling out and drooling. Me: Orh. A: Then he wearing briefs only. The bulge ah… Me: What's the bulge? April looked at me as though I was feigning innocence. A: His private parts la! Me: So? A: Got bulge la! Me: Means what? A: Wah lau. I know we both still virgin, but don't need to act so pure hor! Me: I really don't know. A: I think he's got a big cock. Me: Orh. A: You know what a cock is or not. Me: Of course. I got 2 brothers. A: Eeeyeerrrr… you got see your brothers cock? Me: When young la! KNS you! You never help your younger brother go toilet meh? A: Never la! I got maid what. Me: Fine. A: Wah. So you young time got touch cock liao… Me: Can you not make it sound so dirty? A: Haha! Me: So what about John? A: Nothing la. I just see of all the guys in our class, he's the most handsome. I nearly choked on my food. Me: Orh. A: Actually his friend Mike also not bad. I think. Me: You can have them both. A: Shit. You really les? Me: Maybe. But we should be studying, not going out with boys. A: Aiyoh. Not as though we're not smart. Make some new friends la. Me: I'll concentrate on my studies for now. And that was how I intended it to be. Or so I thought. |
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I cried many times reading it (in heart), now it's a chill Thu morning. I will be sitting within 5 mins walking distance from Dazhong Primary School and I am a writer, come and tell me your story bah. Let's talk, if things are going smooth, I don't mind protecting you with my life, money and everything? Coz, let's get married maybe? You listen to everything I said outside, treat me like a King outside, you'd be my biggest boss side chic at home " Local Govt University Scholar finishing his English MBA in coming June/Jul or latest by Aug . Owner of a 4A HDB flat in the western area of Singapore.
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Taking one step at a time walk hand in hand,one two three four cheek to cheek. |
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April was right. This John fellow was pretty good-looking, going by the standards of everyone else in the class anyway.
He was rather tall, probably around 1.78m, broad-shouldered, nice V-shape trunk. He had a swimmers body. The only other person who could probably match up to him was his friend Mike, who was similar in height, but bulkier in built. Like April and I, they spent a lot of time together as well. April, of course, was trying her very best trying to get to know John better. But hilariously, while boys were trying to get to know April, girls were trying to get to know John. I just watched the show with my popcorn. I think in a certain sense, Mike was like me. He was also on the sidelines, watching this show that his best friend was in. Occasionally I would catch him glancing at me, he had a nice smile. For fun, I would smile back, but he would get all shy and look away. Seemed like we too were playing a game. The year passed by quickly and soon enough the end of year exams had passed. There was an end of year chalet organized by one of our classmates. It was at those large government bungalows in Pasir Ris. I didn't want to go, but April was insistent. It would be the perfect chance for her to get to know John better. As the day neared, I struggled to figure out what to wear. It was a chalet, there was going to be a BBQ, shorts and t-shirt might be the most comfortable, but not very lady-like. I could wear a dress, but I would probably not be very comfortable. I was undecided. April on the other hand, had already decided to dress as comfortably as possible, and show off whatever she could just to attract his attention. In this case, it was just FBT shorts and a tight tank top. I decided to follow suit, but wore a loose t-shirt instead. It was a little weird, seeing my classmates out of uniform. Every single girl seemed to want to show off something, either their chest, or their legs. I could not really understand why. Every guy, also wanted to show off their arms for whatever reason. As expected, only John and Mike were actually worth looking at, arms-wise anyway. As the night wore on, and the teachers left, yes our Civics and GP tutors had made an appearance just to check on us, the alcohol appeared. I had never really drank for leisure before. My only experience with alcohol was the red wine during my first Holy Communion. The boys dragged out a cooler and it was filled with numerous bottles of alcohol. April immediately grabbed two Barcadi Breezers and handed me one. Me: I don't drink. A: It's like a soda. Me: Are you sure? I realized I didn't know how to open it. Not did I have a bottle opener. April shook her head. She took the bottle back and went up to John. A: Hey, a little help please? He looked up, there was a can of beer already in his hand. J: Hey! Sure! But I don't have a bottle opener. He passed her a can of beer and popped the tab. J: Have this instead. April took the can and looked at me. A: Beer? J: I don't drink. Out of nowhere, Mike appeared and grabbed the bottles. He aligned the cap at edge of the table and smacked it. The cap popped off easily. He wiped the mouth with his singlet and handed it to me. Me: Thanks. He popped off the other cap and we went to a corner together. My heart was beating fast. What was going on? Was I getting drunk from the smell of the alcohol? But I followed him anyway. M: You know we never really talked before. Me: Yeah. M: Why? Me: Er. M: Guess we're both shy. I sipped the Barcadi. It was peachy, but with a slight bitter aftertaste. But I kind of liked it. Three bottles later, my inhibitions had more or less disappeared. I was sitting very close to Mike, laughing at his lame jokes, and generally having a really good time. M: You're quite sexy you know? Me: Huh? M: Erm, I can see down your t-shirt. I didn't realize it, but the neckline of my t-shirt was actually pretty loose, and the way I was sitting and chatting with him, I was actually exposing more of myself than I intended to. Ordinarily, I would be offended, and probably given him a tight slap. But the alcohol was doing something to me. I didn't bother covering up. If he wanted to look, so be it. How enticing could two mounds of flesh covered by a black bra be anyway? Somehow I could tell he was a little embarrassed too, to be admitting that he was looking down my t-shirt. His tanned face was flushed. I don't know what possessed me but I reached out and touched his cheek with the back of my hand. Me: Your face is hot. You're really red. Are you drunk? M: Far from it. Just good circulation. In any case, I found out he and John were from an all boys' school for 10 years too. He was Catholic as well. I wondered if I should ask him to go church with me and confess his naughty thoughts. He was in track & field, which explained his physique. John was in the water polo team. He only had one girlfriend before but it was more like a playful thing, lasting only a month. I can't remember if it was me asking, or him just sharing, but I was totally at ease with him. It was strange. I could see April being surrounded by guys, and John being surrounded by girls, yet both of them weren't really chatting with each other. Lost in my own thoughts, I missed his last question. Me: Sorry. You were saying? M: I asked if you would like to take a walk on the beach. Me: Oh. What was going on? Why was he asking me to go for a walk? Did he want to do unspeakable things to me when we were alone? Did he want my virginity? Would I give it to him? Why was I even having such thoughts? I wasn't a horny person actually. I didn't really know what to do with my lady parts. I only touched myself once before, with my bolster, and stopped after that once I knew it was a sin. But this alcohol, this devil's drink, was making me want to do things I probably shouldn't. Me: Ok. We got up and walked towards the beach. Mike took a few more bottles of booze for good measure. But it wasn't Barcadi. It was a darker liquid, some Wild Turkey thing. As we walked side by side, my hand brushed against his a couple of times. I don't know why but the sensation was electric. We finally sat down at one of those breakwaters facing the sea. He opened the Wild Turkey and handed one over. It tasted like coke to me. But a bitter coke. I kind of liked the taste. There was a cold breeze blowing and I started to shiver. M: You're cold? Me: A little. M: I could hug you if you want. Me: What? M: To keep warm. My thoughts were running wild. What if he started grabbing my boobs? Or stroking my thighs? Or removing my panties? But I guess I was thinking too much. I was cold, and he was offering to warm me up. What was the worse that could happen? I moved closer to him and squeezed between his legs, lying on his shoulder. He wrapped his muscular arms around me. I felt that electricity again. He didn't touch me inappropriately, and continued drinking his Wild Turkey as we listened to the waves. I don't know why but I felt so comfortable lying in his arms. He had every opportunity to slide his hands under my t-shirt and play with my C-cup twins. But he did not. Was he really a good Catholic boy? It must have been really uncomfortable though, sitting on rocks, and having my lower back press against his front. I tried to ignore it but I felt it. It was his cock. It was hard, and it was pressing against my back. I shifted a little to see if he would react, but he kept silent even though I was practically squashing his little brother. Me: Can I ask you something? M: Yes? Me: Why are you hard? M: I haven't been this close to a girl in awhile. Me: Am I arousing you? M: Not really. It's a natural reaction. Me: Aren't you uncomfortable? M: Nope. Me: You like girls pressing against you? M: Only one girl has seen it. Me: Your mother? M: My ex. Me: Oh. M: I can adjust it if it's disturbing you. Me: Ok. I moved slightly off him as he adjusted his cock into another position. I guess I gauged the timing wrongly as I lay back suddenly and squashed his hand. Me: Oops. Sorry. M: Could you get up again? I don't want to accidentally touch you when I remove my hand. Me: Oh. I got off again and he removed his hand. I lay back again. He was still hard, and now upright. Me: What the fuck! Sorry… you didn't need to hear me curse. M: It's ok. It's normal. I was really really intrigued by the hard thing that was pressing against my back. The only real penis I had seen and touched before was my little brother, when he was young and I took him to the toilet. To me, penises were tiny little things that expelled urine. In biology, we learnt that penises would be filled with blood and get erect, so as to enable penetration into a vagina for the purpose of sexual intercourse. Me: Can I see it? M: What? Me: I've never seen a cock before. M: Errr… I turned around and faced him and placed my hand on his crotch. He nearly jumped off the rock and fell into the sea. Me: May I? He didn't say anything but merely looked at me and nodded. I cupped the bulge. So this was a bulge. Was this the bulge April was describing. If I was a cat, I would probably get killed very soon. His bulge was mightily impressive. Impressive to someone who had never actually see a bulge before. My little brother's penis was probably the size of cocktail sausage. This one right here was thicker and longer than the hot dogs we had for the BBQ. I unbuttoned his berms and slowly unzipped him. His erection was straining against his briefs. In the dim moonlight, I could see a wet patch at the top. I touched it. It felt sticky. Don't think it was urine. What was going on? All this time he merely looked at me, with a slight silly smile on his face. I hooked my thumbs around the band of his briefs and pulled it down, slowly revealing the head. It was glistening. I rubbed it with my index finger and he moaned softly. Up till this day, I have no idea why I did that. My finger was now sticky with that liquid that was leaking out. I wiped it on his singlet and pulled his briefs down further. It was long, thick and veiny. There was some skin covering part of the head. The foreskin. He wasn't circumcised. Not that it was necessary. To my knowledge, only Jews and Muslims needed to be circumcised. His testicles were sort of lopsided. One side hanging lower than the other. His pubic hair was neatly trimmed. I grabbed the base of his cock. With two hands, there was still a substantial amount of cock remaining. How in the world was this thing supposed to fit inside a vagina? M: You know. The last time this happened… I had to go for confession. I immediately let go of his cock. What the fuck was I doing? I had never been this bold before. Curious yes. But not bold. Even watching those blue films with April which she got the VCD from her brothers collection. I was in full view of a live cock and it was beautiful. Or maybe it was the moonlight. The other weird thing that was happening to me was the same feeling I recall when I was running myself against my bolster at night. There was a strange wetness down below and I could feel it seeping through my cotton panties. My womanly parts ached to be touched, to be rubbed. My thoughts flew to the blue films where there was kissing, touching, rubbing of each other's privates parts. I was 17 now and growing up. Were these feelings actually real? |
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Yes. Mark actually sent me quite a lot of what he wrote already. But I haven't had the time to screen through before posting.
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Support sister June
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Ah! Finally, from a different perspective of one of the best, longest running story! Keep it going June!
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Thank you!
Not really sure what you mean here. My story is not linked to any others... Unless you mean it's written by the same person who is writing that super long story. |
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More wild thoughts ran through my head. I remember the blue film had a part where the girl used her mouth on the guy's cock. It was like she was eating a very tasty ice lolly with a creamy centre.
But what the fuck was I doing? I didn't even know this guy well. He didn't know me well either. Yet here I was, his cock in my hands. And he was letting me touch him. For that brief moment, I felt real power, real control over this other human being. Why didn't he stop me? Perhaps he was enjoying it too. Perhaps he was preparing to go for confession. For a few minutes I just sat there grabbing his cock, not moving. I squeezed the base and some more liquid oozed out from the tip. M: What exactly are you doing? His calm voice snapped me out of it. The sex demon that had suddenly possessed me had been exorcised. I released his cock and he quickly stuffed it back into his briefs and pulled up his berms. Me: I don't know. Curious? M: About what? Me: I never had a boyfriend. M: I only had a girlfriend for a month. Me: How far did you go? M: Erm. Me: Sex? M: No. I'm still a virgin. Me: Then? M: Probably heavy petting? Me: What's that? I went over and patted him on his head. I don't know why I did that. Me: Like this? He burst out laughing. M: It's more like kissing and touching. In certain places. Me: Oh. He leaned over and placed his hands on my shoulders. I froze. Part of me wanted to push him away. The other part wanted him to show me what he was talking about. He moved closer. I could feel his breath on my face. Each exhalation sent shivers down my spine. And the shivers were creeping to the front. He moved even closer. His hands were still on my shoulders. Why wasn't he touching me anywhere else? In those blue films the guys usually grabbed the girls breasts. Yet he was only on my shoulders, not moving anywhere else. Was I supposed to grab my own breasts? Put his hands on them? I didn't know. I didn't know where to place my hands either, so I just put them on his hips. I don't know what he was looking at, but he was staring intently into my eyes. For the first time, I realized he had really nice double eyelids. Too bad it was hidden behind his glasses. I think he was looking for signs of fear. Or maybe he was looking for an invitation. I don't know what I was doing. I was pretty sure he knew what he was doing but he was probably holding back just to see my reaction. He moved closer. I closed my eyes. I could feel his breath on my cheek. M: I'm going to kiss you. I didn't say anything but nodded. I pursed my lips in anticipation but it never came. He gave me a light peck on my left cheek instead. I was slightly furious. He was toying with me. Me: What the fuck. M: Why? Me: You said you were going to kiss me??? M: I did. Me: That's not counted. M: Why not? Me: Well…. M: Have you been kissed before? Me: No. M: Do you want your first kiss to be from me? With me? Me: Errr. M: Are you drunk? Me: No. M: Close your eyes. I did. He kissed me on my right cheek. Me: Eh! M: What? I had enough. I didn't want to play his game. I grabbed his face and planted my lips on his. They were surprisingly soft. My heart was racing. What was I doing? It was so wrong, yet it felt so right. His hands wrapped around me and pulled me closer. I wondered when he would touch me inappropriately. And that was it. My first kiss was stolen by Mike. Or rather, I gave it to him. Why did I do that? I don't know. But I was a little irritated that I had to be the one to initiate it. We resumed staring at each other. I randomly reached out and stroked him again. He flinched. He was still hard. How was that even possible? Didn't it hurt? M: Why do you keep touching me? Me: I don't know. Seems like fun. It's still hard. M: Do you want to go further? Me: Wow. I didn't know what to say. I was conflicted. Much as I was enjoying these feelings that I never felt before, I didn't want to start anything I would regret. M: Well? Me: No. M: Ok. Me: I mean. I need to be more drunk. I didn't know why I said that. M: Oh. Me: I don't really like this drink. Did you get the other? M: No. I have to go back to get some. Me: Ok. We can go back. M: I need to calm down first. Me: Calm down? Oh. He was referring to his erection. Me: Can you calm down faster? M: Are you in a rush to go further with me? Damn it. I fell into his trap. Me: No! M: It can be faster if you helped you know. He was definitely teasing me. Taking advantage of my naivety. But I was curious. And my cat wanted to get killed. Me: How? M: Your hand? Me: I don't know how. Can you show me? Now I was teasing him back. What had gotten into me? I was never like this. I wondered if April was like this with guys. M: It doesn't work that way. The way I do it is different from how others do it. Me: Oh. What about my mouth? I don't know why I asked that. Perhaps I really did watch too many blue films. M: What? Me: I watched a video before, the girl used her mouth. M: Oh. I don't know. I never experienced that before. Me: It's not part of heavy petting? M: Maybe it is, but we never got to that stage. Me: Oh. But it will help you? M: Maybe? Me: Ok. M: Ok what? Me: Now I know. M: Oh. Me: How long does it take? M: For? Me: To go down. To calm down. M: Erm. Usually when I cum, it will go down. Me: Do you masturbate a lot? M: If I admit to that, I have to go for confession again. Me: So you do la. M: Yeah. Me: Does it feel good? M: Of course it does. Me: Does it feel good it someone else does it for you? M: It feels different. Me: What does the girl feel? M: I don't know. Me: I mean if I use my hand. My hand will get tired. Don't think it will feel good. If I use my mouth, my mouth will get tired. No? M: I guess so? Me: Isn't the whole point to put your hard thing inside me and make a baby? M: Yup. Me: That's where I feel good. I think. M: Ok. It's gone down. Me: Huh. How? M: We probably talked too much about it. Me: Ok. Let's go get more drinks. We stood up. I grabbed his hand. Me: I want to try this relationship thing with you. M: What? Me: I don't know why, but it feels like I've known you forever. M: Ok. His fingers interlaced with mine as we walked back to the bungalow. Boy was April going to be shocked. |
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Nice story sis, cheers!
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Thank the actual writer. I'm just the editor. Lazy to write like this. |
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